ALWAYS HAPPY

NO MORE EMO DAYS

from today onwards i will be the happiest boy on earth

the end

what a fun post this is

haha short and simple haha

TODAY,another emo day

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I sit right in front of them,

staring at them ,right into their eyes,

and they talk,not to me,but to each other,

I'm like a glass ,they can see right through me,

and it hurts me,they talk as if I'm not there,

now, I really feels like a glass,

my crystal heart breaks into million of pieces,

my soul shatter around the world,

to be left out alone in the darkness,

wondering when will the light shine upon me,

slowly my hope getting smaller and smaller,

i tend to think there is no such thing is light,

and there it is,i slowly sink into the pool of darkness,

i sink and sink,

i feel the sorrow within me,

getting more and more,i cry,

i want to get out,but my hands and legs dint listen to me,

i sink faster and faster, for because,

the sorrow within me is getting heavier and heavier,

as i sink, bubbles rise up,

within the bubbles i see, the bad times i have,

the fight i have, the cold wars i have,

i can see it all,

it make my heart ache,

as i see those memories in the bubbles , i sink,

i sink deeper and deeper into the bottomless pool of darkness

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MY EMO DAYS

lol i been so emo lately

no idea whats got in to me.........................

so i have wrote two emo "poem"

well not exactly poem la haha ok

hope you didn't get emo too

There he is,

just found out that the worst thing could happen to him,

and again,he sit alone,

facing down,feeling totally felt out,

being totally invisible,

hearing laughter of evil everywhere,

As the laughter begin,

his heart is breaking,

minutes by minutes,'

pieces by pieces,

tortured, left alone, being nobody,

Death have come,

with his name on the scroll,

Grim Reaper standing on his right,

wondering should he bring him to hell,

Minutes passed by, then

he say with a wicked voice,

"Here is WORST than hell,let him suffer more here"

then a mist come by,and the Grim Reaper is gone,

leaving him alone, sitting there,

facing down, feeling totally left out,

being totally invisible, laughter of evil continue,

with a pen in his hand,

a piece of paper on his desk,

he write this,and with a drop of tear to end this.

..............................................the emo me................................................